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After Hours 2- the lock in

It's payback time for the two old fuckers, or is it?
A couple of weeks had passed since my after hours encounter with Tom and Colin, they’d pretty much behaved themselves since, not a word or look out of place. I was beginning to think I’d disappointed them.

Friday night and it had been busy in the pub, the usual crowd winding down after a hard working week. Paul, the landlord, had done his usual disappearing act hours before, leaving me and Steve to work ourselves silly. Steve was a real sweetie, he had a soft spot for me. Or maybe for my boobs. They do tend to draw attention from guys.

I’d rung the bell for time, and was clearing the tables of glasses, telling a few stragglers to drink up. Colin and Tom were taking their time over their pints, as usual. I felt in need of some fun, and made up my mind to bloody well have some.

Steve put the last of the glasses in the dishwasher and cleaned off the bar.

“Can I walk you home?" he asked. He’d escorted me back a few nights ago, stopping on the doorstep for a snog and a grope and was obviously hoping to take it a step further. Tempting as it sounded, I knocked him back.

“Thanks, Steve, can I take a rain-check? I’m going to meet a couple of girlfriends after work.”

His bottom lip pouted. I’d make it up to him another night.

“You go, I’ll finish off down here,”,I said to him. He put on his jacket, said goodnight and took off. I locked the door behind him. There was just my two tit-lovers left in the pub.

“Right, you two,” I turned to Colin and Tom, “Fancy a lock-in?”

They looked at each other, then looked at me. “You sure?” asked Tom.

“Yep, thought it was about time you made up for the other week.”

They looked sheepish, “It was just a bit of fun…”

I came round from behind the bar and stood in front of them. I began to unbutton my blouse. I wore a new black bra underneath, which pushed my 38C tits together, showing off my cleavage. I dropped the blouse onto a table and unzipped my skirt. Those two old fuckers mouths dropped open. I took the skirt off, my smallest black thong barely giving me any cover at all.

“Yeah, well tonight you’re playing by my rules,” I told them.

I pulled a stool from under one of the tables and placed it in the middle of the room, and sat down.

“Ditch the clothes, lads.”

I bet those two had never stripped so fast, both were still fit for their ages, a beer belly on them but the labouring kept them in pretty good shape. Both were sporting semis.

The stool was about eighteen inches high, perfect for what I had in mind. I motioned them forward. Their cocks waved in front of them. I reached up and took one in each hand. Tom’s was average sized, his balls swung low below his shaft. Colin’s was impressive, I reckoned it was nine or ten inches long and as thick as a soft drink can, that’s where the similarity ended. For such a massive weapon it stood firm. I smirked, thinking the amount of blood filling that was probably what made him the stupid one.

They stood side by side in front of me. I leant forward and took Colin’s head in my mouth, stretching my jaw to get it in. I reached for Tom’s cock with my right hand, slowly pumping his shaft. Their hands began to massage my tits through my bra, one of them unclasped it from behind. I took it off, throwing it to the table with the rest of my clothes.

Colin’s cock felt massive in my mouth, I tried to deep-throat him but the head was too wide. My left hand barely fitted around it. I wanked him slowly as I sucked and tongued the head. Tom’s cock was rigid in my right hand. I took Colin from my mouth and replaced it with Tom’s.

Their hands were on my tits, stroking and squeezing, pulling at the nipples. The thong was tight against my cunt, I could feel it getting wet already.

I swapped their cocks around every few seconds, getting them both hard. I lifted Colin’s monster and sucked at his balls, heavy and hairy, taking one in my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing my face into his musty crotch.

Tom’s head was slick from his precum, I used my thumb to run over the head, feeling the slit, then pulling his foreskin back and playing with the underside. Releasing Colin’s bollock from my mouth I took Tom deep in my mouth, feeling his shaft against my tongue, his salty taste pleasing.

I kept this up for a good ten minutes, giving them both the best head they’d ever had- even if I say so myself. My tits had been groped and pulled until the nipples were sore. Time for some more fun.

I stood up, they looked disappointed. I took a cushion from one of the benches and put it over a table, then lay back on it.

“Who wants to eat me out?”

Tom was first, he pulled my thong off and buried his face in my hairless cunt. His bristles dug into my upper thighs, a not unpleasant feeling. His tongue darted in and out of my hole. His technique needed work, but you couldn’t fault his enthusiasm. He held my legs apart and tongue fucked me.

Colin stood stroking his cock, watching. I motioned him nearer, then reached out and took his cock in both hands, the head once again in my mouth. I was determined to get a good length in my mouth. Slowly, I took more and more in, until I had at least half in, my hands stroking his shaft all the while.

Tom finally found my clit and started to flick it with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were deep in my pussy, stabbing at me for all they were worth. I took Colin out of my mouth.

“Gentle down there, not so rough.”

Tom heeded my words, his tongue doing the bulk of the work, his fingers moving slowly in and out. He was giving my clit a fucking good going over, I started to feel an orgasm start to boil in me. Colin’s cock was back in my mouth, his salty taste in the back of my throat. I reached for my left boob and tweaked the nipple as Tom’s tongue brought me off. Colin’s hand found the other one. I squirmed on the table as I came, flooding the table beneath me with my juices.

Tom stood, rubbing his dick against my cunt. I opened my legs a little wider, giving him the nudge to enter me. His old cock slid in easily. He grabbed my thighs and started to fuck me - no technique, just hard, fast fucking. My tits bounced with each thrust, Colin’s cock forcing its way down my throat with each inward thrust from Tom. His fingers found my clit again and he rubbed it hard as he pounded into me, his hips bucked as he shot his sticky load deep in me, his gutteral moaning filling the saloon.

I came hard on Tom’s cock, my cries muffled by Colin’s dick. Tom looked up, a huge grin on his face. “Tight cunt,” he said, approvingly.

Colin said, “I want to fuck her."

“Swap ends,” I told them.

Colin took his place between my legs, the head of his cock pressed against my vulva, Tom’s cum lubricating my cunt. This was going to hurt, I thought. Tom stood by my face, and I wanked him slowly before pulling him into my mouth, closing my lips around him and tasting his cum and my juices. His cock began to recover surprisingly fast.

Colin was taking his time, holding my cunt lips open and pushing into me, half an inch at a time. I’d never felt so stretched. I looked down, thinking my poor cunt would take ages to shrink back to size. Tom turned my face to the side and gripped my head as he pumped into my mouth. I thought I’d tear open when Colin pushed the last inch inside me.

Fuck, it felt good. I’d never been one to go for well-endowed men, and this could put me off for life, but once it was in I wasn’t complaining. My cunt walls gripped him like a vice. He gently began to push back and forward into me, almost pulling out before sliding back into me. His finger dug into my clit. His thrusting made my tits bounce. Tom grabbed my right one.

The thickness of Colin’s dick made me cum again, my lips clamping tight on Tom’s cock. They were both whispering swear words under their breath as they continued to fuck and fill my holes. My mind went into overdrive. I wanted more.

Slipping Tom from my mouth, I raised myself on my elbows as Colin slid into me, getting easier the wetter I got. I had my legs right up, knees almost on my chest. His cock was almost touching my womb.

“Hey, what about me?” said Tom, stroking his cock. He looked disappointed. Then I had my dirtiest idea.

I told Colin to sit back on one of the benches, he reluctantly removed his cock from me. I felt my cunt lips smack together, and I staggered to my feet. Colin’s cock pointed upwards and I straddled his legs, easing his monster back inside me. I leaned forwards.

“Fuck my arse, Tom.”

He didn’t need a second request, his hands held my cheeks apart as his spit covered cock pushed against my anus. His hands on my hips, he began to inch into my back hole.

I’d never been the filling in a sandwich before, but it felt fucking amazing! Colin’s huge cock was tearing into me, ripples thundering up my cunt walls, and Tom’s dick now buried deep in my arse. I could feel the two members inside me as they both lifted me, then let me drop back down on them, then lifting me again, up, down, up, down.

Colin took my tits in his rough hands, squashing them together and burying his face in them, my nipples getting sore from the attention. I could almost feel their dicks banging together inside me, uuuuuh it was fantastic. I rode Colin like there was no tomorrow, and Tom battered into me from behind, the two old cunts doing a good job with me. The double penetration bought me off time and time again, my juice running down my thighs and darkening the material of the bench below. Colin was French kissing me, Tom had my tits in his hands, pulling roughly at them, my nipples felt like they’d be torn off, but still they fucked me.

Tom started to breath hard and I pushed back on his cock, feeling his release in my arse, the warm spunk squelching inside me. Colin began to physically lift me almost off his cock before dropping me back, I was so wet and loose now that it was no effort to get his beast deep in me. I started to moan loudly as my clit rubbed against him and I had another earth-shattering orgasm.

Colin drove into me one final time before releasing wave after wave of sticky batter into my cunt. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me to overflowing. He pushed me over so I was laying on the bench, his cock finally slipping out of me, his cum literally pouring out of me. I put a hand down and rubbed his cream into my lower stomach and pussy. I could feel my lips, his cock had stretched me so much I could feel a gap between them. I felt well fucked.

Colin rubbed his cock on my tits, the last dollops dripping from the slit. I couldn’t move. The two of them picked up their clothes and got dressed, my legs wouldn’t take my weight. I just lay there, spunk dripping from my pussy and arse. Tom, the cheeky cunt, leaned over the bar and helped himself to two bottles of beer, handing one to Colin as they went to the door, pulling back the bolt.

“Cheers, love!” one of them said as they laughed and went out into the night, the door closing behind them, leaving one sticky bitch behind them.

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